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The Manor (DudeMeister&SHARPii)

She melted in his arms when she felt him kiss her back. Her body leaned into his and she moaned softly, thankful for the loud music so that no one else could hear it but him maybe. When he pulled back, she was panting softly and bit her lower lip hard. Her hands slid down to his shoulders and gripped them hard. "Where to? Your place or mine?" She said softly in his ear, her voice laced with need. Need for him.
 
"You're place is closer..." he suggested, kissing her neck amorously, wanting her bad. It was not only a pure lustful need that made him want her, but the bottom line was he cared for her as well. That made his need only more intense. His hand caressed up her back gently, running it up to the back of her neck, knowing that if he played his cards right he could send shivers down her spine
 
Her eyes stayed closed and she moaned softly at his kiss to her neck. He was playing her well, the way a very skilled musician could make even his most stubborn of instruments purr. Shivers ran up her spine and she pulled back from him but slid her hand into his. "Let's go then."
 
He nodded and held her hand as they walked back to her apartment after leaving the club. Once they were at their destination Hawthorne thought he should get things started. Gently unbalancing her and laying her down on the couch, he slowly went on top of her, careful not to smother her under his weight. Grinning with anticipation, e kissed her lips passionately, his tongue gently pressing against her lips, savoring their taste. His hands gently caressed up and down her back, tangling in her hair. His left hand went down her hip, and gently worked it's way to the soft skin of her thigh
 
She was nervous. She hadn't had sex in...she couldn't really remember too well. She just knew it was sometime back in college but it seemed like a blur. It definitely wasn't memorable. But she wanted Hawthorne. She wanted him so bad more than she ever wanted any guy. But she was still nervous. She met him a week ago, today he tried all he could to keep her away from him and then sought her out to explain things. How could she stay away? How could she resist? There was a still a lingering doubt in her head and as a girl, she wanted to ask it but because she was a girl and getting lost in the moment, she didn't want to ask him. That's a way to keep a guy turned on.

Still though, there was something about he handled her. When he lay her down once inside, she melted and her lips pressed to his passionately. Her arms wove around his neck and she ran a bare thigh along his side, her hips pushing up into his lightly. His touch sent shivers up her spine and she had to refrain from moaning just at that alone. She only ever had sex once. She didn't even know or remember if she was good at it.
 
He smirked when he felt her leg move up against his side, and groaned slightly into the kiss when her hips moved closer. He broke the kiss and sat up, taking his shirt off for her viewing pleasure. He than kissed down her neck and moved down her body, slowly maneuvering his hands under her short dress, and pulling it up over her head. Tossing the garment to the side he gazed at her body approvingly, caressing her lower abdomen gently as he kissed up her and captured her lips again. He slowly reached behind her and unclasped her bra

"Are you ready for this?" he asked her
 
That groan he made reverberated straight down to her core, the very sound making her hotter for him than she already was. Clothe started coming off. First his and then hers and she looked up at him, admiring and fawning over just how good he looked. She swallowed hard and worried her bottom lip. His touch was divine and she moaned softly, hungrily taking his lips back to hers, her nails raking down his back until she felt the waistband of his pants. Looking to him, she nodded slowly and swallowed hard. "Yes." She was. Still, she was nervous. But she just wanted to let herself get lost in him.
 
He smirked and took her bra off, and looked at her breasts approvingly. Gently grasping one and hefting at its weight he smirked

"You have a great pair of tits dear" he said, before gently kissing down her neck, and bringing the light pink nipple into his mouth, suckling on it gently. For many minutes he indulged in her breasts, licking the nipples, kissing the great globes of flesh, and even lightly and playfully nipping at them. Before long he pulled his mouth off of one of them and smiled at her, his eyes running over her body.

"You have a gorgeous body. I don't understand how you can be insecure about it" he said, running his hands down her curvy hips, his eyes slowly lowering to her panties. He was definitely going to go down on her. With a body as deliciously hot as her's, he really wanted to savor every part of it. He teasingly placed his hand on her spot and slowly pulled her panties down mid thigh teasingly. He lowered himself down to her and kissed down her flat abdomen amorously, taking his time to please her. He than kissed down her pelvis, passed her attractive looking pussy, and kissed up and down the inner thigh of her right leg. He nipped a little bit at the soft and smooth flesh, flashing her a wicked grin

"May I?" he asked, looking up to her as he hovered over her pussy, his breath softly hitting it
 
She bit her lower lip when he took her bra off, exposing her chest completely to him and she looked up at him, as if seeking approval. When he grasped it, she gasped softly and swallowed hard. God, his touch was divine.

Her cheeks reddened exponentially and she closed her eyes, arching her back a little bit, a soft moan coming from her. He could do that to her all he liked, all day if he wanted and she'd be in heaven. She had never achieved orgasm just from someone stimulating her breasts and her nipples but it felt like she could now. She wouldn't, but the feeling made her wetter than she already was.

His perusal of her made her feel so shy and she looked up at him, a soft smile playing onto her face. She couldn't say anything. She simply let her play her body like it was the most amazing instrument ever, loving how he looked at her, loving how he enjoyed her body so much and succumbing to him even further than she already had. As he started his journey southbound, her hands slid from his back, one moving into her hair while the other came to her face, she biting down on her finger lightly and head tilted back. Her eyes closed to half lids and her lips parted in a soft gasp. Each kiss made shivers run up her spine and she was simply left waiting, wanton.

"Please..." She begged basically, needing something, anything more. She was so ready, she wanted him so badly, she couldn't remember ever wanting anyone as badly as she wanted him. It was all so tantalizing, she didn't think she'd last or survive, surely about to combust.
 
He smirked and pulled her panties down, lifting her legs up to pull the garment off her ankles. Tossing it off to the side with the rest off is clothes, he situated himself between her legs and smirked. He was going to blow her mind. He wanted to hear her moan desperately with pleasure. He gave her wet aroused pussy a teasing kiss, before tracing the labia with the tip of his tongue. One hand rubbed across her lower abdomen, whilst the other went up and down her body. He gently grasped her breast and soon slid his tongue within her, enjoying her taste.

His skilled tongue slithered within her teasingly avoiding her clit. He groaned whilst pleasuring her, and before long let his hot wet tongue brush up roughly against her clit. He continued to lap at her pearl at increasing speed, his head shaking around vigorously as he did so. His hands soon went down to her thighs and spread her legs out more so he can get at her. What a taste she had. Plus he couldn't wait for her to return the favor, having lips as full and warm as hers...
 
Her heart was pounding through her chest, the anticipation driving her mad. She hadn't done much before. Hell, she was incredibly inexperienced. All she knew was she had never been so physically attracted to one man before. Not even the couple of men she had dated and had sex with. No, Hawthorne was on a completely different playing field, completely out of her league and she was doing what she could to catch up and stay up to par with him. Not to compete. Just to be at his level too. But right now? She was happily losing herself further. His touch, his tantalizing tongue and the first brush of his tongue along her already wet pussy had her nerves feeling like they might explode.

Harper closed her eyes and she let out a shaky breath, swallowing hard, trying to keep herself in some kind of control, especially considering this kind of pleasure, she could really lose herself, but it was difficult. Very difficult. Especially when he kept going, purposely avoiding her clitoris and then he just went to town on her. She moaned soft at the beginning but when he went more vigorously and put his entire head into it, she was gasping for air, unable to keep her eyes open, thrashing her head side to side on the soft cushion of the couch and moaning so loud. She was losing herself. Slipping, slipping so deep. Her hand in his hair gripped tightly but not enough to hurt him or pull hair. The delicious feeling, she could feel it building. Her toes started to curl, her muscles all in her lower body and legs started to clench and tighten and she could feel her body shaking inwardly each time. "Oh my stars!" She cried out, like she couldn't believe it. That's just because she couldn't. It was totally unreal what he was doing to her. But it was happening. And it was happening to her.
 
He smirked in approval of her reactions. He continued to lick her clit, going to town on her. He than briefly passed to kiss at her opening, before slipping three fingers into her and began to thrust them into her vigorously.

"Wow...you are certainly enjoying yourself" he said, smirking as he fingered her harder

"Something tells me no guy did this to you. What a shame...you taste so good" he said, before going down on her again, licking her clit as he continued to penetrate her rapidly with his finger
 
She gasped loudly and she gripped at nothing just to hang on. She couldn't count how many fingers were inside of her but with how he was moving them as rigorously as he had been going down on her, she knew it wouldn't be long now. She knew it wouldn't have been long anyways if he hadn't inserted his fingers. But this just pushed her closer.
Now she couldn't stop her moans to save her life. She felt herself soar up higher and she was very close to being left incoherent.

Panting softly, she barely lifted her head to look at him, her elbows propping up to support her and she blushed madly, even if her cheeks were so flushed. Harper simply nodded her head. That's all she could do.
He was right, it was a shame because if anything remotely sexual felt like this, she probably would have turned to being an escort too!
"Hawthorne." She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, she saying his name as a means of warning. She was about to cum and she had a feeling it was about to be the most amazing and intense orgasm of her life.
And then it hit her and she screamed. She screamed, screamed his name as the full flood pleasure surged through her starting from her core and then spreading through her body like the most amazing wildfire.
 
He continued licking her. She had kept herself under control, he was wondering if he lost his touch. But when she began to moan uncontrollably he only licked harder at her, dedicating all his energy to please her. Moaning in approval as she writhed and bucked under him, he continued to lap at her ferociously despite her warning. When she finally approached her orgasm, he continued lapping as she released, licking up her tasty essence. Once she finished and sat up slowly, he pulled his tongue out of her, a line of saliva trailing the tip of his tongue. Smirking he kissed up her neck and cheek adoringly, his hand caressing her leg. He wondered what she'd do from here.
 
It took her a moment. Because with an orgasm like that, she'd need several moments in fact before any life and ability to function came back. Her body felt so good, tingling with most satisfaction. She couldn't believe he did that to her and was so willing and wanting to do that to her. A guy who actually liked to go down on a girl. Who'd of thunk it?
Opening her eyes slowly, Harper propped herself back up on her shaky arms and she looked down at him, her hair falling over one shoulder, partially covering her chest. "You are..." She lay back a bit as he came back up her body and her hand entangled through his hair, her lips finding his. It never bothered her. Not one bit. She just wanted his lips. Even if she did taste herself. She'd always want his lips.
Sliding up to sit up slowly, her other hand moved around his cheek and she deepened the kiss a bit, once more losing herself in him. But she was both ready and nervous to do something for him. Ready because the idea of taking him in her mouth made her wetter. Nervous because she feared she'd totally suck at it, no pun intended.

Her hands slid down to his pants and she started to undo them, letting her fingers brush over the bulge in them. "You need to take these off." She murmured against his lips.
 
He nodded and kissed her lips passionately for a few more heated moments before breaking it and standing up. First he unbuckled his pants and slide them down, showing the rather large bulge that outlined his aroused column. He stepped out of his jeans and smirked, slowly inching his boxers down his legs, letting his rather large package spring out. He smirked and stepped away from the couch.

"Would you like to do this here or take it to the bed?" he asked. He was fine with it either way, but there was always something about a woman getting down on her knees for him that turned him on. Not that the bed didn't have any advantages: she wouldn't hurt her knees, and if she was really good he could lay down without worrying about standing.
 
She let his lips go willingly but also reluctantly, following their departure until she sat up and her eyes landed on him, taking in all of his fine sculptured detail greedily. She licked her lips waiting with torture as he took his pants off and the her eyes zeroed on the nice sizable bulge right there. She swallowed hard, her hands running over her naked thighs. Harper was far too entranced to notice or care that she was completely naked right now.

And then he took his boxers off and her heart pounded in her chest. She didn't make a single peep as she moved down onto her knees, crawling the small gap between them. Sitting on her knees, her hands rest in her lap and she looked up, her mouth only inches from his scrotum and the base of his beautiful length. It was the most beautiful thing she had seen on a man that was often concealed. "I don't think I can wait." She whispered, never taking her eyes off of his as she leaned up and let her tongue come out, running up the underside from the base to the tip, swirling along it. "And I don't think you can either, hmm?" Harper asked, her hand coming up to wrap her fingers around him and gave a few good pumps.
 
He watched her and smirked at her approvingly as she ogled him. It was gratifying when he saw a woman admire his body. It meant that the many years of hard training paid off. When she crawled over to him he looked at her with much interest, and when she settled down on her knees in front of him, his heart beat in his chest rapidly with anticipation as he felt her breath evaporate against his penis. When she sat up and licked at him, he groaned softly in pleasure, his chiseled abs flexing involuntarily.

"No, I can't wait" he said, moaning softly. It might be harder to stand in front of her than he thought!
 
She smiled and nodded. "Good." She whispered, her hot breath hitting against him as she wrapped her full lips around the head and she sucked, her eyes closing to half lids and a soft moan of appreciation emitted from her. He tasted so good and the tip had always been her favorite. It was always the best part of a popsicle and was the best part of what a man was packing. And in this case, Hawthorne was packing something delicious.

Pulling her mouth off of him, she gave a few licks here and there, wanting to drive him mad, just as he did to her. Only once she was satisfied and dying to go to town on him, she took him back into her mouth and slowly, inch by inch until she got a good half way for her liking, Harper submerged him into her mouth. They tightened, her lips sheathed her teeth and she drew back tantalizingly slowly, letting her tongue take in every velvety feel and of him, teasing any ridges and when she felt that the tip was about to come out, she went back down. She did this slowly, detailed and tantalizingly for a bit before she started to pick up speed, gradual speed. And when she felt even more comfortable, whenever she'd go back down on him, she'd try to take him deeper and deeper each time until her lips would touch the base. She couldn't deep throat but she could take it all the way for a second before continuing her good rhythm. Nothing special. But she hoped it'd suffice. Especially when she would often look up at him, to watch him, to keep her eyes on him, on his eyes. It made her hotter knowing she could please someone. She wanted to please him.
 
He moaned softly as she began to give him a very good blow job. When he wasn't throwing his head back in pleasure he made eye contact with her, which increased his arousal. He periodically tensed his kegal muscles to help him last longer. He was enjoying how she was giving him head, and wanted to enjoy it for a while. Just because he liked her a lot didn't mean he would make it any easier for her. The volume of his moans increased along with her speed. She obviously didn't have the deep throating capability that Stephanie had, but she knew how to move her tongue. She certainly had quite an appetite for going down on a guy.

Seeing her hair fall into his face, he groaned a bit as he felt it tickle his rod. He slowly and gently brushed it out of her face to hold it up in a ponytail. He didn't grab, tug, or make any moves to force his hard and throbbing member down, but he thought he would make the job easier.
 
Harper felt him gather her hair into his hair to keep it from framing her face. It didn't stop her one bit, and once she was in the clear, she kept going back to what she was doing. She kept at it. But she also realized that he wouldn't make this easy for her and the last thing she wanted was to drive herself into early lockjaw. So she pulled him from her mouth but slowly and tightly, making sure to tighten her mouth and her mouth muscles so she was able to taste every bit of him with her tongue until the tip of her tongue traced over the head, over that slit and lapping up whatever pre-cum was there.

Letting him fall from her mouth, her hand worked to stroke him and her eyes had been on him especially when she took him out of her mouth the way she did. Kissing the base, she kissed down to his sac and looked up again. "You know..." She began, a teasing edge lacing the tone of her voice. "I could be really mean. Really...really...mean." She spoke in a soft sultry voice, kissing back up his length in between each pause.
 
He groaned as she kept at him, appreciative of how she pleasured him willingly. He gently ran his fingers through her hair as her head bobbed up and down, her lips expertly working him. Well, he didn't know how many guys she did this for in the past, so he didn't know if she was an expert or not, but she was doing a great job. It also didn't hurt that the chemistry they shared was great. He moaned gently when she pulled his cock out of her mouth, her lips tightening in a vice grip around his head as she did. He loved how she teased him. In the past he didn't care for a girl kissing up and down his column, but she was such a seductive temptress. He was on the brink of losing his mind. When she spoke to him in such a tone he smirked and moaned at her teasing gestures.

"Mmmmm...I like that. I can be very mean to..." he said, giving her hair the very slightest of tugs

"But...I can be very, very, nice as well. If your knees are hurting we can move on to the bed, and I'll be sure to give you the greatest pleasure of your life. What you felt earlier was nothing" he said, smirking down at her, his eyes seductively piercing at her.
 
A soft gasp came from her, followed by a moan. She wasn’t tender-headed one bit and the fact he did that, well she was more turned on than she expected to be. She wanted him. Bad. More than to just go down on him. She wanted to feel him inside of her.

“I like you mean or nice.” She was swooning over the way he looked at her. Harper’s heart beat faster and she was doing all she could not to push him on the sofa and ride him to the moon.
Rising up on her knees, she let him go and soon came to her feet. She couldn’t feel her knees to much considering how long it felt she had been down on them. She was a little wobbly but it made for a great excuse to simply lean on him, wrap her arms around his neck even, which is what she did. “I’ll hold you to that. Although I think you’re bluffing.” She teased. “So prove me wrong.”
 
As she rose from his knees he smirked as she leaned against him. Her teasing certainly got him riled up. He liked how she seemed to issue him a challenge

"Mmmm...you think I'm bluffing eh?" he asked, before leaning down and using his great strength to hoist her up in his arms. He kissed her lips and carried her to the bedroom, making sure not to hit her head on anything. He than plopped her down on the bed, admiring how she bounced on the bed a couple of times.

"I'd be happy to prove you wrong. You might not be able to walk straight for a few hours though" he said as he crawled over her, caressing her gorgeous body, and kissing her lips. He slowly eased his member into her, gradually pushing his entire length into her, careful not to hurt her.
 
A soft giggle came from her and she squeaked when he hoisted her up. She thought maybe he'd put his back out because he was carrying her but he lifted her so effortlessly that she was momentarily swayed that she wouldn't hurt him.

Bouncing on the bed, another giggle came from her, unashamed and she lay back before he crawled over her, her arms moving around his neck and her lips pushing to his. So what if she couldn't walk straight for a few hours? It'd be so worth it, especially if he did live up to that.

Feeling him slide into her, she moaned deeply into the kiss, her hands sliding down his back, her nails raking down deeply over his skin. He was so gentle and kind with her yet he clearly had so much he wanted to prove to her. Harper was thankful and at the same time, she knew she wouldn't be disappointed.
 
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